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         Sloane Grammar School boy, if you seek your memorial,

look around you.

 





DON'T FORGET!! -

PLEASE CHECK THE ANNOUNCEMENTS BOARD AT THE FOOT  OF THIS PAGE FOR ANYTHING IMPORTANT and, after you Log In, the CALENDAR OF EVENTS PAGE FOR DETAILS OF FORTHCOMING EVENTS. 

If you're having trouble logging in because you've forgotten your Password, click on Forgot Password? inside the Classmate Login box that appears after you click   Sign In   and you'll be Emailed a link to reset it.
 

 

You'll find other helpful tips under REMINDERS below.

 


    
The Sloane

 

                                                                                                                                                                                     


Hello and Welcome to

Mark Foulsham's

Sloane Grammar School website


 

If I built it I knew you would come

  

 

 

A School that invited loyalty

 (Quote by Don Wheal)

 
Gone But Not Forgotten

'Men are we, and must grieve when even the shade

Of that which once was great is pass'd away.'


William Wordsworth

On the Extinction of the Venetian Republic

 



 

You may think you're done with the past but the past isn't done with you!
 


 

"The merits of a school are judged as much by the men it produces as by their achievements as boys" - 

(Old Cheynean D.J. Cowie, March 1929)
 

 

 


Register and link up with old school friends again and become part of Sloane Reunited.

If you were a pupil or member of staff at Sloane you qualify to register for the website. Click on Missing Classmates at the top of this page to see if we've been expecting you. If you see your name click on it and follow instructions. If your name's not there click on BECOME A MEMBER to learn more and then click the ADD NAME button to start the ball rolling or click Contact Us at the top of the page, read what you see then complete the box at the bottom of that page to ask me to add your name to the list.

 

It's Free, it's Easy, it's Secure

and

You're Never Alone As A Sloane
 


 

 

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 Please don't forget to use the Notify Me page under the  image to make selections that will help you keep in touch as well as help you enjoy all the website has to offer.


     You may already have the latest version of Adobe Flash Player but your browser no  longer uses it automatically and it will not be supported at all after 31st December, 2020. From that date Google has confirmed it will completely block Flash from being able to run under the Chrome browser as will Mozilla for their Firefox browser and Microsoft for Internet Explorer and Edge. The Members Online feature uses Flashplayer (as do some animations and slideshows) so if it can't be seen clearly in the bottom right of your Home Page, click your mouse on what you can see and you'll be prompted to run Flashplayer. Agreeing will see the Members Online window re-appear. The same applies to animations and slideshows that don't show automatically. Use your Search Engine to search the web for how you allow Flash automatically in the browser you use but some browsers will ignore your choice anyway if you've chosen 'Allow', others, like Opera or Brave, will not. To check how this site handles Flash, click on the Padlock or Not Secure wording that precedes this website's Domain Name in your browser's Address Bar and set Flash to Allow or Ask (default). Click on Site Settings and under Permissions it also shows the same choice.  HTML5 (Hypertext Markup Language) is the likely replacement for Flash and hopefully, this website will be converted to it before the deadline for the loss of Flash.    

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Please let a close relative know of your participation in the Sloane website and show them how to use the Contact Us page to notify me in the sad event of your death. Not only will this allow me to notify other members, it will also put a stop to any website generated emails finding their way to your Inbox. Thank you.


 

Come on in! 
Don't be late! 
This is one detention 
You'll be pleased to take
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A WARM WELCOME
 


to fellow Cheyneans and passers-by, from the Official Sloane Grammar School 1919-1970 Old Cheyneans and Friends web site.

Mark Foulsham, at Sloane 1963-70, created this site in August 2008 to record for posterity all that I can, and for all those who attended Sloane or simply have a Sloane connection, to share and enjoy. Feel free just to browse or, if you feel you qualify to join us, make full use of the site by becoming a Registered ClassmateClick on the Click Here to Register button above to start the registration process. It's Free!

I'll also be happy to send a personal invitation to anyone else with a Sloane School Chelsea connection who you think might like to join us. Just enter their Email address in the MISSING CLASSMATES box to your right and click Send Invite.  

We may not understand why but memories of our days at Sloane remain with us while others do not. Whether they're good or they're bad, I'd like to give all old boys the opportunity to keep those memories alive.

 

 

 


 

 

 Aspirations and Objectives


Sloane never had a motto and although our school badge is based on the lion rampant and boar's head of the Cadogan family crest their motto, Qui Invidet Minor Est or He That Envies Is Inferior, is not really appropriate so I'll adopt the one to be found on the Coat of Arms of the Royal Borough of Kensington and Chelsea as it suits us nicely -


Quam Bonum In Unum Habitare

 (What A Good Thing It Is To Dwell Together In Unity) 


 

It is hoped, in some small way, to be able to have similar objectives to those stated for the first issue of The Cheynean in December 1926  -


"To record faithfully the major activities of the School, to promote and foster a corporate spirit in the School, to excite a greater keenness both in the games and in other phases of its social life, and to serve as a link between present members of the School and the Old Cheyneans".  -

and also to bring together, once again, old friends and classmates, and those of us who have outlived the school and share a common interest in its history and its future.

Sadly, I've no memory of having ever sung or even heard a school song but apparently one was written by music Master Mr Seymour Dicker in 1928, and was first sung in July of that year by pupil J E Bush. What became of it after that first performance is a mystery but it contained the lines -

"Salve, the School and its scholars so keen,

 Long may they keep its memory green."

 If you've any memories of Sloane you'd like to share, use the Contact Us page to send them in and, whilst you're there, register for the site as well. 

Once you've registered, you can activate the Instant Messaging feature that allows you to hold a 'real-time' online conversation with anyone else who has logged on to the website. You can also send a message to someone else on the site via the Message Centre or by using their Profile. Click on their name on the Classmate Profiles page then
 click on the red 'Send ? a private message' at the top of their Profile.


After you've registered, why not take a look at all the Classmate Profiles ? Even if you don't know the person involved, the information they've put on their Profile can be interesting, illuminating and fun, and often brings back memories of something you thought you'd forgotten about.

If, at any time after becoming a member, you're unsure about anything click on this Using This Site link for an explanation or contact me direct via the Contact Us page.
 

                 

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 Why Not Take a Look at Where your Classmates are Living?


Find out the Postcode of a Classmate from their Profile (if they've agreed to let everyone know it) then Click on the link below, enter the details where it says 'Address', then Click on 'Go'. Not every country is covered yet and those that are have limited coverage, but it's worth a try.

Here's the link. Have fun - http://www.vpike.com/

 


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The Sloane News

 


 

Breaking News!

 

 

Companies allow employees to quietly have individual Christmas parties at their desks
 
 
 
 

Many large companies are cancelling their office Christmas parties this year, and instead are asking employees to quietly have their own individual Christmas parties alone at their own desks.

One head of Human Resources at a compnay who didn't wish to be named, told me, -

“I’m afraid that with the current health crisis, it is simply too risky to hold a large Christmas party. However, it is still Christmas, and we don’t want to damage morale. Well, not too much. So, instead, we’ll be allowing employees to quietly have an individual Christmas party alone at their own desk.

What we’re suggesting is you pop round to Pret and buy one of their Christmas sandwiches, and possibly a mini Christmas pudding, then come back to the office, sit quietly at your desk and put Cliff Richard’s Mistletoe and Wine on Spotify before enjoying your sandwich.

I’m afraid we can’t allow Christmas crackers because it could disturb colleagues, but you could always watch a YouTube video of someone pulling a cracker. Obviously, not using the company wi-fi. Consuming alcohol at work remains a sackable offence.

I think it could be a very jolly alternative to a traditional Christmas party.”

When asked whether his company would be subsidising the individual Christmas parties, he replied,

“Sadly, no. We won’t be doing that. But if you hold your party during your lunch break then we won’t treat it as an unauthorised absence.”

 

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While both male and female reindeer grow antlers in the summer each year, male reindeer drop their antlers at the beginning of winter, usually late November to mid-December. Female reindeer retain their antlers till after they give birth in the spring. Therefore, according to EVERY historical rendition depicting Santa's reindeer, EVERY single one of them, from Rudolph to Blitzen, had to be a girl. We should have known... ONLY women would claim to be able to drag a fat man in a red velvet suit all around the world in one night and not get lost.


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The French Government has announced that it is imposing a ban on the use of fireworks to celebrate Christmas.  The decision comes the day after a nightly fireworks display at Euro Disney, located just 30 miles outside of Paris, caused soldiers at a nearby French Army garrison to surrender to a group of German tourists.


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If you're stuck for Christmas present ideas this year this year, you'll be pleased to hear that you can now have the ashes that remain after a cremation made into a bath bomb. They're actually biodegradable 'urns' that you obviously mustn't bring home from the undertakers in the pouring rain or, worse still, carry to the seaside in an open-top bus.

Compared to some countries, UK law is surprisingly relaxed about disposing of a loved one's ashes as no licence is required to scatter them at sea, either from a boat or the beach.

Sadly, if you're interested, you'll have to go abroad to purchase one as the Department of Health and Social Care felt that some people would overstep the mark and rather than bury granny at sea they'd choose to bath with her instead.


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Break it to them gently but do warn the grandkids that they may not be getting as big a present as they were expecting this year. It may only be once a year but Covid has affected Santa's business this year too so he's brought in consultants and you know what that means. Cutbacks, cutbacks, cutbacks but not until they've got the more important matters out of the way first -

 

 
 
 
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HOME FRONT NEWS


 

As I was away last Christmas, I thought I'd surprise my wife and buy her something different so I had a ton of snow delivered and dumped in out front garden. I thought I'd better make sure it arrived so I phoned her up and asked

"Did you get my drift?"

This year I've bought her a copy of Mozart's Symphony No. 38 in D Major. When she finally realises there are no words, I'll explain that it's the karaoke version. She'll like that.

I've prepared myself for Christmas in the tried and tested manner by having a couple of pints in my local. While I was there I asked if they still did cashback.

"Of course we do", said the barmaid.

Thank Christ for that, I thought. I'll get back the £40 I spent last night because the wife's having a hissy fit about it.

We'll need the extra cash this year as the boiler's just packed up. It might be my imagination but I'm sure it happens on the same day every year - tell a lie, it happened on Christmas Day a few years back. I think that was the same year the oven gave up on us. Not a lot of fun but we managed somehow and sat down to eat around 10pm. With the boilers, I'm now convinced the manufacturers programme them to give up the ghost sometime in the run-up to Christmas. It's the same with my cable TV services. This year it happened yesterday and we lost all TV programmes from when we got up until around 7pm last night. Fortunately, the Broadband was unaffected and there was even humour in being without the TV programmes. Every time I tried to tune into a channel and failed a message onscreen told me there was a problem and I was to ring the supplier and they'd put things right. Trouble was the telephone was affected as well and I was being asked to ring back later. On occasion, the on-screen message said I should go to their website and enter code VM53. You're probably one step ahead of me here - their website was experiencing problems so wasn't available. Someone at the supplier's got a sick sense of humour, methinks. Everything seems OK today and all the spare time I had yesterday was put to good use catching up on all those little things I'd been meaning to do but hadn't quite got around to. Downside of that was that I put my hip and a few muscles out cutting up the remainder of the bedframe I'd started to burn on Bonfire Night. I'll burn some in the garden over the next couple of nights and dispose of the metal bits gradually in the normal household waste. There's no way I'm paying what the council wants to dispose of it. No wonder beds are so expensive these days; they're held together with a thousand and one bolts and screws.

Enough tittle tattle. I'm sure you've all got enough to be getting on with in preparation for the Christmas slog. Love it or loathe it, it keeps us active. I'm sure the grandkids will keep us active too when they come over on Christmas Day. Well, that's the plan but it could all change before the day, of course. 

Whatever your situation, I wish you the presence of mind and the mobility of limb to enjoy yourselves. Failing that, I can recommend a whisky/whiskey tasting evening for two. If you're on your own, drink twice as much. Whatever you do, if you're feeling cold warm yourself with thoughts of the past, if you're in a bad situation be courageous, and always be positive about the future. And, through it all, spare a thought for those who won't have any of those options and for those who've had to work despite the time of year -


 

Don't just enjoy Christmas, make an effort to enjoy your life's lot and treat every day as if it were Christmas. After a while it becomes natural.

Finally, if you don't get any prsents this year it's not because you're not loved it's because Santa's getting on a bit and when he got to your roof he couldn't remember why he was up there.

Oh, I nearly forgot. Apologies if you didn't receive my Christmas card but I gave them to my elderly neighbour to post and she confused the postbox with the dog poo box in the park. She realised what she'd done and managed to pull them all out so you might still get them next year, after I've cleaned them up a bit.

Love you all.

Mark 



 

 


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THOUGHTS FOR THE WEEK


'Love came down at Christmas; Love all lovely, love divine; Love was born at Christmas, Stars and angels gave the sign.' Christina Rossetti

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Don't forget to leave a note for Santa this year telling him that a piece of coal in your stocking is now unacceptable and would ruin his carbon footprint.


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JOKES OF THE DAY


 

Here's one for the West Ham supporter (You know who you are, Mick) who's not exactly surrounded by admirers at the Christmas party (strictly on the grounds of being a West Ham supporter, of course) -

"My Christmas decorations are inflatable. I'm forever blowing baubles."


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On the Sunday before Christmas the local vicar was walking trough his village on his way to see a parishioner. However, he wanted to post a parcel urgently so he asked a young boy where he could find the post office.  When the boy had directed him, he thanked him and said,

"If you'll come to the Church this evening, you can hear me telling everyone how to get to heaven." 

The boy replied,

"I think I'll give your sermon a miss. If you don't even know your way to the post office, there's not much hope of you directing me to heaven."
 

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It was Christmas Eve at the meat counter and a woman was anxiously picking over the last few remaining turkeys in the hope of finding a large one. In desperation she called over a shop assistant and said,

"Excuse me. Do these turkeys get any bigger?" 

'No, madam", he replied, 'they're all dead.'


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A young boy, was asked to say thanks for the Christmas dinner.  The family members bowed their heads in expectation.  Lee began his prayer, thanking God for his Mum, Dad, brothers, sister, Grandma, and all his aunts and uncles. Then he began to thank God for the food. He gave thanks for the turkey, the stuffing, the Christmas pudding, even the cranberry sauce. Then he paused, and everyone waited ... and waited. After a long silence, the boy looked up at his mother and asked,

"If I thank God for the Brussels sprouts, won't he know that I'm lying?"
 

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A Scotsman, an Irishman, and an Englishman are each sentenced to a year in solitary confinement; before being locked away, and as it's Christmas, each is to be granted a year's supply of whatever he wants to help him get through the long, long spell alone.

The Scotsman asks for a year's supply of whisky; it's given to him and he's locked away.

The Irishman asks for a year's supply of Guinness so he's locked up with several thousand bottles of it.

The Englishman asks for a year's supply of cigarettes and he's given a pile of cartons and the cell door is shut on him.

One year later, the doors are all unlocked.

The Scotsman staggers out and shouts, 'I'm free!' and then keels over dead from alcohol poisoning.

The Irishman is dragged out into the light, whereupon he promptly dies of liver failure.

When the door to the Englishman's cell is opened, everybody watches eagerly to see what sort of a wreck the man has made of himself.To their surprise, he walks right out the door, sidles up to the first person he sees, and asks,

"I say you wouldn't happen to have a match, would you?"


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A woman walks into a pub and asks for a double entendre........So the barman gives her one.

 

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The Story of The NEVERWELLS (WHO ARE NEVER OUT OF TROUBLE)



 


Many years ago I picked up a small book at a car boot sale and now, With two years in the world of Covid behind us (and maybe more to come), I thought it might be a good time to share its contents with you.

The book in question, published in 1948 (the year the NHS came into being), is titled The Story of The NEVERWELLS (WHO ARE NEVER OUT OF TROUBLE) and was written by William Edwards, a doctor, under the pseudonym Dr. Goodenough.

The Neverwells included mum and dad, their small boy Billy, growing-up Mary and baby Roy, and came into being after the Editor of The People newspaper met two people on a train. One of them was a doctor friend of the Editor's, 'a kindly soul yet a man of the world who has one of the biggest practices in the South of England.' He said: 

"I am rushed off my feet these days. And in most cases I need not have been called in at all, if only people had a simple knowledge about ordinary illnesses."

Later, the Editor found himself talking to a woman passenger with two children -

"They're not too strong," she said, "always under the doctor with one thing or another. It's never serious you know, but the trouble is you can never be sure and so you must call the doctor."

The same night as he had spoken to the two people on the train, the Editor of The People telephoned his doctor friend and asked him if he would become Dr. Goodenough and write for him every week the story of a family - the Neverwell family - about their complaints and how he treated them, and in simple language so that ordinary people could at last learn the elementary things about illness.

For over a year before the book was published, Dr. Goodenough entertained and instructed People readers every week with the story of the never-ending complaints of the Neverwells. There were words of wisdom and understanding in these little features as well. So much so that, increasingly, the People was inundated with letters from readers asking for a book to be written. Hence, the book I picked up some 30 years after it was first published I now bring to you each time I update this Home Page of the website. I hope you find some enjoyment in its pages and can see the comparisons it enables us to make between the way medicine was practiced  back then and how much it has advanced in such a relatively short space of time whilst the personal touch has moved in the opposite direction. This is the fourth piece in the book, about something that was prevalent when we were young but is gradually becoming less so -
 

PART 4

 


 

Chicken Pox

 


Mrs. Neverwell felt that she had had a very trying day, and finding spots on Billy, at bedtime, was just the last straw.

" Go and get the doctor," she told her husband. " I expect it's measles."

" Get him yoursel," said her husband. " I'm fed up. He'll still have his spots tomorrow." And he sat down to study the football results.

" All right ! " said his wife. " In that case, I shall sleep with baby, and you can go in with Billy - and I hope you catch it."

Next morning, Billy was well covered with small oval blisters, each with a red ring round it. A good many had broken, and Billy was hard at work scratching them.

" Chicken pox," said Dr. Goodenough. "Measles gives more warning. He would have had a cold and cough for three or four days first. Besides, the rash is quite different. Measles starts on the face, chicken pox on the trunk, and those small blisters are typical, standing right out from the skin, and full of fluid. The sort of things you could prick with a needle. But it is seldom serious, and he needn't stay in bed after the first couple of days. By the third day he will have all the spots he is going to get, after which they dry up and form scabs. He'll be infectious till they all drop off - and it's very important to stop him scratching, or he'll infect them and produce nasty sores, which will take some time to heal and leave permanent scars. Dab some Vaseline on the worst ones - if that's not enough you can use calamine lotion. In really bad cases, one sometimes uses and ointment containing a local anaesthetic, but I don't think we'll need it here."

" What about the rest of the family ? " asked Mrs. Neverwell. "I've had it - I shan't get it again, shall I ? "

Children under two seldom catch chicken pox, so baby may escape it. Mary, of course, is likely to get it - in about a fortnight's time. Did she sleep in the same room with Billy, last night ? "

" No," said Mr. Neverwell, Billy slept in my bed last night ; but I've had it, too, so I'm not worrying."

Dr. Goodenough gave him a pitying look. " You've had it, all right. There's a very good chance that, in about a fortnight's time, you'll come out with a fine attack of shingles."

" Whatever is that ? " asked Mr. Neverwell.

"Otherwise known as herpes - a painful sort of neuritis, with a crop of blisters all in a row, like little chicken pox spots, but smaller and rounder. Shingles is due to the same germ as chicken pox, and you can catch one from the other. It affects the root of a nerve in the brain or the spinal cord, inflames it and irritates it so much that the skin supplied by that nerve breaks down into blisters. It is practically always on one side of the body, but may come anywhere from your scalp to your toes. Nasty, painful, thing ! " and he grimaced again at poor Mr. Neverwell, who was beginning to feel very uncomfortable.

" This is chicken pox you're talking about. Not smallpox ? " asked Mr. Neverwell.

"Well, of course, smallpox is serious. Shingles is only painful. People with smallpox are much more ill than this. The rash starts on the forehead and wrists, instead of starting on the trunk - and instead of drying up and scabbing, the spots get full of matter. You wouldn't like that - but there's no need to have it if you are vaccinated regularly."

" I was vaccinated five times in the Army," said Mr. Neverwell, proudly.

" Well, what are you worrying about ? "

" It didn't take," said Mr. Neverwell, even more proudly.

" I'll have a crack at you sometime, and guarantee I'll make it take ! " said Dr. Goodenough. " Goodbye ! "

Mr. Neverwell had the door open. " Thanks a lot, doctor. Good morning."

He went to the kitchen to extract a little sympathy from his wife. But, as he entered, Mrs. Neverwell turned quickly from the gas cooker and, as she did so, her arm caught the kettle which was boiling. It tipped, lurched and fell - right on her foot. Steam rose in a cloud and, in a trice, Mrs. Neverwell was hopping round in agony, too startled even to scream. 

Join us again, next time, as we learn how to deal with scalds the way our parents did in the 1950s.............

 

 

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The Home We Called Sloane
 

 

The Sloane building seen from Hortensia Road in 1908  

 


The Sloane building was 100 years old in 2008, although it didn't actually start life as a boys' school until after the First World War, during which it served as a hospital. It still stands and many memories are, no doubt, ingrained in its walls along with the odd name and ribald comment. Who knows what the future holds, despite its Grade II listing on May 7th, 2002. Grade II listed buildings can be altered, extended, or even demolished, but only with Local Authority consent, so it may be that the building is considered historically or architecturally interesting enough for it's fabric to remain untouched. Some consideration may have been given to it having been the first purpose-built secondary school in London, and it is certainly one of only 3% of all ages of listed buildings that was built in the 20th century. Schools generally are seen as a good investment by developers because they're easy to convert. They are likely to be structurally sound because the authorities will have inspected them regularly to ensure they comply with Health and Safety requirements.  

 

 

                                                                  

                                                                                                                  
 

 

Sadly, Sloane Grammar School for Boys only lasted 51 years, from 1919-1970. Sloane old-boy John Binfield, in one of his poems, writes -

... the school, with
All its past, was sucked into a huge
Turbulent sea of glass in Pimlico
And sank without trace. "full fathom five..

Sea nymphs hourly ring his knell.
Hark, now I hear them. Ding-dong bell".

The exterior of the building still survives in the form we all remember even if the interior doesn't. It would have been wonderful to have been able to celebrate, in 2019, what would have been its centenary as a boys' school, had it remained in existence as such. Unfortunately, for us, it wasn't to be, and the Covid-19 pandemic that gripped the world in 2020 and beyond didn't allow for a late celebration either . Maybe one day...... 
 

Sloane seen from the rear in 2014

 

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This Website And The British Library's Web Archive


Please Note: - The school building still remains but not as a school. I've tried to preserve as much of its history and old boys' memories of it as I can, on this website. You might like to know that once I'm no longer around and have shuffled off to that classroom in the sky, this website will remain intact. Once my monthly payments to the Class Creator programmers cease the site will continue but to compensate them for their loss it will display adverts. If you're still around, you'll still be able to Log In to the site and carry on much as you did when I was alive. Naturally, the site will look exactly as it did (apart from the adverts) on the day I died. What will not be possible are any new members, unlikely as that is, as I won't be here to verify they are who they say they are.

In addition, in 2013 , just before the Legal Deposit regulations came into force, I asked to register the website with the British Library's UK Web Archive as one of historical interest and they agreed. So, when none of us are unable to Log In anymore or the Class Creator business ceases to operate, it will still be available for access by our children and grandchildren etc., as well as future historians, at this address -
 

Web Archiving
The British Library
96 Euston Road
London NW1 2DB
United Kingdom
Tel: +44 (0)20 7412 7184
E-mail: web-archivist@bl.uk


 

Since 2013, publishers need to give a copy of every UK publication they make to the British Library. Five other major UK libraries may also ask to be given a copy. This system is called legal deposit and it's been a part of English law since 1662.

Print publications for legal deposit can be books, journals, sheet music, maps, plans, charts or tables. Now legal deposit also covers material published digitally such as websites, blogs, e-journals and CD-ROMs.

Legal deposit has many benefits for publishers and authors. The deposited publications can be read inside the British Library and will be preserved for future generations. Their works become part of the nation’s heritage, providing inspiration for new books and other publications.

Unfortunately, in the case of websites, the British Library say that much of the information contained in them cannot be archived for technical reasons. In addition, as almost all this website's pages are Password Protected, it will be impossible for them to be accessed unless I remove that restriction. At some point I will give the British Library's 'web crawler' access to our Password Protected pages to allow it to take a 'snapshot' of the site on a daily, weekly, monthly, quarterly or 6-monthly basis. At the time of writing this, 2020, their system doesn't have the capability to crawl and archive private content that sits behind a Log In procedure. They will noever be allowed access to members' Profiles and the personal information they contain.

The current generation of web crawlers cannot capture:

  • Interactive, dynamically generated content
  • Content that is only available via a search engine on the website, or some other form submission method
  • Some types of JavaScript-driven menus
  • YouTube videos, Flash movies and similar streaming audio or video (some audio and video files can be captured, e.g. those embedded via the standard HTML5 <video> or <audio> tags).

Unlike static HTML, which is relatively easy to capture, script code is very hard for traditional web crawlers to analyse, which is why the Library runs web browsers for a limited part of their crawls. Even that cannot capture very interactive web sites, like single-page web applications, or any site feature that needs a remote server to function. In practical terms this means that entering queries into the search box of an archived version of a website will not work. Standard links on the website, however, will work as normal.

Some JavaScript driven menus do not function well once archived. YouTube videos, Flash movies, and similar streaming audio or video are also beyond the capability of web crawlers. However, as members of the International Internet Preservation Consortium, contributors to the UK Web Archive are developing tools which will help capture this content in the future.

Attempts are made to gather all of the objects associated with a website including html, images, PDF documents, audio and video files and other objects such as programming scripts. However, the crawler software cannot automatically gather any material that is protected behind a password, without the owner's collaboration. Web site owners may however choose to divulge confidentially a user ID and password to allow archiving of these areas. So, as I said, I'll collaborate with the British Library to allow them to gather only non-invasive non-personal information behind the password protection if and when their archiving system becomes capable of it .

Should you wish to visit the UK Web Archive to see what it makes available for viewing or if you know of a website that you think deserves preservation, use this link -

https://www.webarchive.org.uk/ukwa/info/nominate

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Whatever our own personal reasons for it doing so, the school will still haunt most of us even if it disappears altogether. With that tenuous link, here's a poem that I came across in a copy of The Cheynean -

 


The Ghost of Sloane

 


 
When London's asleep and the School very quiet,
No sound of footsteps, no sound of a riot,
No sound of even the shuffle of feet,
No sound of the creak of a pupil's seat,
Out of the darkness the ghost of Sloane
Awakes from rest with a sigh and a groan.
Then up he arises to haunt the School
Climbing the stairs in the guise of a ghoul.
He shuffles and clanks down each corridor
Into the classrooms where stand desks galore.
He examines each desk and checks the boys' work,
Allots ghostly marks in the dark and the murk.

If you ever lose books from out of your desk,
And the teacher upbraids you and calls you a pest,
Just tell him my story, however tall,
Of the white shrouded phantom that haunts the School Hall.

                                                    J. Hollingshead (3C)



 

As for us, the boys who used to attend our Chelsea school, we probably considered ourselves 'Chelsea men' but I doubt that many of us fitted the description in this poem, written when he was in the 5th year by one time Sloane Schoolboy, A R Doubledee. I get the impression he didn't particularly approve of the 'Beatniks' of the late 50s and early 60s that he found himself sharing Chelsea with or, as he called them the 'Weirdies' -                                                                        

 
The Weirdies



The Chelsea man is excessively queer,
He only drinks coffee and doesn't like beer.
He's always "chatting" the girls, and yet
This seems to make him "one of the set".

His unkempt chin and uncut hair
Go with his feet which are usually bare.
If he wears shoes, they've never got soles,
And he's usually found in Bohemian holes.


His outsize sweater is generally black
Contrasting well with his shorty mac.
He wears his clothing merely to show
That he can keep up with the boys of Soho.


To find a girl he doesn't look far,
But into the nearest coffee bar,
Where he's sure to meet a Bohemian "yob".
They're all from Chelsea - what a mob!


The girls with hair right down their backs
Wear irregular clothes that look like sacks.
They walk about wearing father's sweater:
I really don't see why he should let 'er.


Their gaudy clothes of reds and greens
Match up with the style of their men-friends' jeans.
Now that's how it goes with the latest style:
Girls on their faces make-up pile,
The men wear anything they can find -
I shouldn't stare, I should just act blind!


A.R. Doubledee (5b)

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